Though in the dim light shining through the living room, Nathan saw his own features reflected by Aaron. Nathan's mind went back to pictures of himself at that age, and no doubt there was a resemblance. Nathan wanted to see him properly. When Nathan first saw the picture of Aaron on Hilda's cell, the stinging realization that she had a son clouded his vision. Every fiber in his body wanted to go into the room and wake Aaron, just to hold him. To pull him close and to hug him. Nathan had missed so much of Aaron's life already. He'd never heard his first cry, held him or comforted him, never heard him say his first word or helped him take his first step. Nathan sat down on the arm of the loveseat. "I want to see him again. I want to see you again." Nathan couldn't bring himself to look at Hilda. A litany of thoughts and emotions raced through his head. What if she didn't let him? Could he afford to allow any more time to pass? "Okay." Hilda was standing so close to Nathan. Nathan wanted to reach out and touch her.
